Authors: Ruby Parker
“I…” Sarah started to say no, of course she hadn’t. She had heard about her friends doing that, but had never really gotten up enough nerve to actually do it herself. But she didn’t want to let on to him exactly how prude she was.
“Yes,” she said, her eyes shifting away from his as her cheeks warmed even further. It was such an obvious lie, and she knew he didn’t believe her, but at the moment she couldn’t muster anything better. The way his fingertips rubbed her in all the right places had her ready to climb the wall.
“Really?” he said
, his brow twitching upward. He knew she was bluffing and he intended to call her on it. “Show me.”
Sara was snapped harshly back to reality, both by his command and the sudden cessation of his incredibly seasoned touch.
She started to panic as he pulled away from her, his eyes roaming her body as he waited for her to comply. She hadn’t counted on him wanting something like that, and she really had no idea what to do.
“I’m waiting,” he said, a little tilt in his neck as his eyes locked onto hers in a challenge.
Her resolve hardened. She had come this far, she couldn’t turn back now. Besides, it was no big deal. It was her own body. Her hand trailed down her stomach, past the groomed mound of curls, searching for the spot that he had been massaging moments earlier. It didn’t take her long, and she soon found her nerve with the flood of pleasure that hit her when she did.
He could see her struggling to keep herself standing as she began to pleasure herself for his watching enjoyment. She acted like a girl who had just discovered herself for the first time. She was perfect, and he hard
ened to a new level of desire for her. He lazily stroked himself while he watched her.
The sight of him, touching himself while he watched her was more than she could handle. Her body felt so hot she was sure she would burst into flames at any moment. He was the most utterly masculine thing she had ever seen. The bulky, sinewy muscles of his arm shifted rhythmically as he pleasured himself, watching her do the same. The tingle
that filled her body became stronger, and Sara had to stop. She just couldn’t take it anymore, her knees buckled, sending her toward the floor. Just before she hit, she felt strong arms wrapping around her. Her pleasure hazed eyes focused on his. There was a flash of concern for her in them, before the cocky smirk spread on his face once again.
“
Are you alright, Sara?” he said, as he helped lift her back up. She got her footing back and tried to step away from him, but his arms remained wrapped tightly around her. She could feel his manhood pressing insistently against her abdomen and it brought the blood rushing straight back into her cheeks.
“I think you were enjoying yourself a bit too much,” he said,
his eye twinkling with enjoyment. Sarah had never been more embarrassed in all her life. Here she was, trying to be professional, and trying to please this man that made her knees knock, and she had completely lost herself in her own pleasure, while he watched.
“Sit,” he said,
gesturing to the couch, “I think you will find it easier to pursue such pleasures.”
If he
wasn’t paying her as much as he was, Sara would have stormed out of the room a long time ago. If his presence wasn’t crushing enough just by being himself, he had to trick and tease her. She felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat who was about to devour her. Sara bit back her urge to fume at him and sat back on the couch.
He settled himself on the floor,
kneeling before her. His hands came to rest on her knees, gently guiding them apart. She tried to resist, uncomfortable with such a vulnerable act, but he persisted. The sight of her, splayed so perfectly before him made him twitch with need. He rubbed absently at his ever-tensing crotch while he kissed a trail up her inner thigh.
Sara was
about to hyperventilate. The sound of her rapid pulse filled her ears, and she could do nothing but clamp her eyes and try to cope with the sudden onslaught of sensations that coursed through her. When his tongue snaked out, licking her ever so gently in that bundle of nerves she had to bite her lip to stop from crying out. A whimper escaped as he did it again and her hands tangled in his meticulously styled hair to keep herself planted on the couch. Her body tensed and blackness took over her. She rocked her hips as his lips kissed her, suckling skillfully in all the right places. His hands crawled up her body and grasped onto her breasts. He flicked lazily at one already perky nipple and smiled when he was rewarded with a little gasp.
Her thighs shook around him, her eyes were clenched tight, and he knew she was close.
His tongue swirled around most sensitive spot, ruthlessly breaking her down. It didn’t take long for him to push her over the edge. Her body trembled as she tried to contain the moan that bubbled up in her throat.
“Sara,” he said, using his finger to continue rubbing her, bringing her gently down from her high
. She continued to tremble, her breaths coming in gasps. “I believe you are enjoying this. Immensely.”
He gave Sara a moment to recover from her orgasm, pleased with himself at how quickly he brought her to completion. Her cheeks were stained red, her hair was disheveled and there was a light sheen of sweat covering her. He rose from between her legs, hovering over her as he appraised his work.
“Come,” he said, gesturing for her to follow him as he made his way over to a door on the far side of the room.
It took Sara a moment to catch her breath and make herself get up. Her legs were shaky and unstable, her whole body still tingling and pulsing. He opened the door and showed her into a small room with a single bed and not much else. It was windowless, only dimly lit with a single sconce on the far wall.
He had never tak
en a girl into this room, but something about Sara was special. She was so good at this little fantasy of his that he found it easy to play right along with it.
“
Lay down,” he said as he clicked the door shut behind her.
Sara sank into the
feather-topped twin mattress, the soft cotton of the high thread count sheets cold against her naked and over stimulated flesh. The glow of a single candle flickered off the sheen of sweat that covered her. She tried to relax on the bed, waiting for him to come to her, fear but with a hint of excitement filling her. She felt oddly ready for this, though she was nervous she wouldn’t be pleasing to him.
He could feel the tension that gripped her
, but he knew there was nothing more he could do to relax her. He wedged a knee between her legs, positioning himself over her.
He
made her feel so small. He brushed her hair out of the way as he suckled and nipped at her neck, renewing the burn that had subsided. He caressed her cheek with one hand as he pulled back to look her in the eyes. His lips locked with hers for a brief moment before pain shot through her and he partially collapsed over her, his heavy breathing coordinating with every new rush of pain that went through her. She clenched her eyes shut, gritting her teeth and trying to make the ache go away. She felt so full, so stretched. She tried to move her hips into a more comfortable position, but the movement did nothing to stop the discomfort of being stretched so completely.
He was struggling to hold on
. He would hate to end things prematurely, but he couldn’t last much longer. He had never been brought to pleasure so quickly. She was so tight, so wet. Her walls quivered around him. He pulled back to see if she was enjoying it as much as he, but when he saw her face realization hit him. Her face was contorted in pain, and she was trying to hide it, trying to pretend she was enjoying it. This was her first time. He pulled away from her, but he couldn’t stop his body from releasing his pent up pleasure. His seed spilled across her lightly heaving stomach. He could see the small amount of blood on the sheets beneath her.
“
You are really a virgin?” he asked with a strained voice through heavy pants. He realized the harshness with which his words came out when she flinched and recoiled from him. The lust had cleared from his mind with the shock, but it only seemed to inflame the desire his body felt.
“So,” Sara said defensively as she tried to collect herself. Her job was over and she didn’t need to play by his rules any more.
“What does it matter to you? You got what you wanted, and so did I.”
“What I wanted?” he
said, his brows pulled together. “This is not…”
“Look,” Sara said, her demeanor shifting so suddenly it surprised him.
She pushed out from beneath him. “This is just business, O.K. I have my reasons for doing this.”
“I just wish you would have told me,” he said.
“Why?” Sara said, with a shrug. “Would it really have made such a difference? Besides, you told me not to talk, remember?”
“It would have made a difference,” he said
with a sigh. It would have made a big difference. He would never defile such innocence with such little care. He tried to reach out to her but she pulled away
“Whatever,” Sara said, scooting off the bed. This situation was only getting more awkward. Now that her job was over, she found herself a lot more at ease.
His presence was still overbearing, and she just wanted to get away from him. “Don’t feel all guilty or whatever. I knew exactly what this was. Just pay me.”
“You can see your Madame
for payment,” he said, his voice turning suddenly cold like a winter snap. He rose from the bed and stalked out of the small room, leaving the door open for Sara.
“I trust you can see yourself out,” he said when she followed him out of the room, his back turned to
her as he fixed himself another glass of whiskey. Sara was taken back by his sudden shift in demeanor, but she shrugged it off. The temperature in the room had dropped noticeably and she got the distinct impression that she had suddenly become of little concern to him. She redressed herself as quickly as possible and slipped out of the top floor office without another word to the man who had just made her into a woman.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
the client demanded as he narrowed his dark grey eyes down at the Madame.
“I thought you would be pleased,” she said,
taking a leisurely drawl from her hand rolled cigarette. She dealt with powerful, egotistical men all day, every day, and none of them threatened her. This one was no exception.
“I pay your girls for a reason,” he
spat, still trying unsuccessfully to intimidate the woman. “For a fantasy, and nothing more.”
“Relax,” Madam
e Gwen said, waving him off with a perfectly manicured hand. “The girl came to me. I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted. If it hadn’t been you it would have been someone else. I thought, given your preferences, that you would enjoy being her first.”
“But w
hy didn’t you tell me?” he said. His tone softened, but he still wasn’t ready to back down.
“Because I figured you would act
something like this,” she said with a smirk, “and you had the highest bid for the evening.”
There was a reason Madame Gwen
had such illustrious clientele, besides the fact that her girls were very talented at the services they provide. She offered more than just the typical calling service. She created an atmosphere, an allure, a secret society of sorts, were the male clientele competed with each other for the attentions of the girls. Everyone was bound to certain rules. Those with more power, had different rules. It created a hierarchy of the power hungry alpha males that filled her little pink book, all of them more than happy to pay her mind numbingly large amounts of cash for a night in the secret world she built for them.
“Did you come here simply to yell at me?” Madame
Gwen said, her brow cocked as she craned her neck to look up at him. She knew there was another reason he was here. He was an incredibly busy man, and her home was far from the city. If he had come all this way in person, there was something more he was after.
“I want her again,” he said
. He had tried many times to get Sara off his mind, but she was stuck in there. The events of that night had replayed so many times in is head. He had so many regrets, things he wished he could go back and do differently with her. He couldn’t concentrate and his work was suffering. He was ashamed with himself for not doing a better job with Sara for her first time, and he wanted to make that right.
“
I thought you might feel that way,” Madame Gwen said, taking another drag on her cigarette. “But I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“I will twice as last time
,” he said. He had been at this long enough to know what motivated the Madame.
“I’m afraid it isn’t the cost,” she said stroking a hand through her hair.
“She doesn’t want to work again.”
He knew it, and he felt
his self loathing rising in his throat. He had given Sara a horrible experience and then had treated her like a common whore when it was all over. No wonder she didn’t want to work again. The thought that he would never see her again began to settle in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t let that happen. At all costs, he had to see her again. Just once more to make things right.